Okay! Now, I would just like to say that I am pretty into the 5th book, and that I hate Professor Umbridge. Although she has not done anything wrong yet. (She belongs in Azkaban already!) If you have no idea what I am talking about, just ignore this silly little ranting. :D

Read this instead: GINNY IS SO SO CUTE WITH LEO!

Or this disclaimer: AH! MY EYES! MY EYES! How dare those words appear telling me I don't own the rights to any book ever? (Anh, pretty weak, huh?)

LEO LEO LEO LEO! ... 'S P.O.V.

I had to admit I was pretty nervous. About 3.2 million thoughts were swarming my head. What if she secretly hates me? What she thinks I secretly hate her? What if I step on her poor, small little feet and she has to go see Madame Pomfray because of my lack of knowledge you learn at dance lessons? What if I drink too much punch and accidentally wet my suit? WHAT IF MAGICAL LEPRECHAUNS AND UNICORNS UNITE AND COME TO RIP MY PANTS OFF? WHAT IF I CATCH ON FIRE AND SHE GETS A THIRD DEGREE BURN FROM MY LACK OF CONTROL?

Some of the thoughts I dismissed. I mean, how could she hate me? How could I hate her? And I obviously was too graceful to step on her feet. But the last three? Completely and utterly possible...

Then she walked down the stairs.

She was wearing a deep green, silky, sleek gown of some sort - which looked amazing with her hair color! The dress was sleeveless, and she had no shawl. Her fiery hair was tied back expertly into a french twist type hairstyle, with small, curled locks that framed her face perfectly. I honestly doubt she could've looked more beautiful.

She grinned. I said breathlessly, "Wow. You look great..." Then I took her hand and we went off to the Yule Ball...

_(I'm skipping the walking stuff. They didn't talk then anyway...according to me.)

We walked through the double doors, and as soon as we did, Professor Micky G. (my personal nickname for Professor McGonagall) (A/N My nickname for her is Mick Gonagger! I call her Micky G. sometimes too...) ushered us to a long table. We were very confused, because there were menus in front of us, but no waiters. At least, we were confused until Professor Dumbledore said what he wanted off the menu out loud and it poofed onto his plate. Then I said, "I guess it doesn't matter what I get as long as I get something," and then everything on the menu poofed in front of me. I raised my fists in the air and declared, "I'm king of the universe!" with a crazy grin on my face.

Ginny giggled and ordered the steak.

That action earned me a stop-that-right-now-this-is-a-formal-event glare from Professor Micky G. Her lips looked thinner than a crepe, which was the only French thing I tried when I came here. I tried it mostly because it convienently had ice cream in it.

After dinner, Micky G. led us into my old enemy...LINES.

Ginny stepped right behind Parvati Patil, and I stepped right behind Harry. We still held hands, seeing as we were across from each other. And that that was what everybody else in the line was doing.

Somebody made some boring speech, and then said we had to be the first to dance, because of the fact that we were (A/N Runs upstairs to get insprirational music, grabs iPod, runs back down, turns on one of her 27 songs by Taylor Swift.) Triwizard Tournament champions. That part I did not like so much. So, some classical music started playing. As I was still wondering who could've made a request for this, Ginny lead me to the dance floor. We started to do some sort of ballroom dancing; I prayed that I wouldn't end up tripping over my own feet and falling sideways right onto the cold, hard, unforgiving floor.

Then, the music changed. Now it was some hip hop or pop music of some sort. Everybody moved out onto the floor, while Ginny and I made our way off the dance floor. Ginny went to go talk to some of her friends, while I went to Harry and Ron, who's dates looked very bored.

"Hey guys! What's up?" I asked.

"Nothing..." Ron answered. I took my first good look at what Ron was wearing.

"Uhh...Ron? Why exactly do your dress robes look so...so...weird?" I asked with my eyebrows raised up so high, I think they were hidden behind my curly hair.

He sighed. "I'd rather not talk about it right now..."

"Why? You too busy?" I said, pouring on the sarcasim.

Harry saved Ron embarrassment by asking me, "Would you like to go get something to drink with me, Leo?"

I thought for a minute, and said defiantly, "No."

"Why?"

I looked around me, and then whispered to Harry and Ron, "Because I might wet my suit if I do."

They looked at me like I was crazy while I nodded knowingly. Thankfully, a slow song came on and I left to go find Ginny.

When I finally did, I pulled her out onto the dance floor, and we started dancing. We looked into each others eyes, and then we almost kissed...

Key word: almost.

Because just then, Draco Malfoy, with him always trying to ruin everything, pushes me down hard onto the floor. Crabb and Goyle walked right up to us and dumped punch on each of us.

I got up, wiped my hands on my pants, and then willed them to catch fire. Then I put them out, and fell to my knees, because Ginny ran towards the bathroom crying.

I got up and glared at him heatedly. "What the freaking heck was that for?"

"Just for fun. And if I do say so myself, that was fun!" Draco said smugly.

I pushed him down angrily, and stormed out of the room towards the bathroom so I could clean myself up.

Piper's P.O.V.

When I saw Leo, in flames, heading out the door, I knew something happened.

I told Jason to wait there, and went off to the spot where he and Ginny were before. There is where I found Malfoy on floor. I smirked at what I was about to do...

Leo's P.O.V.

When I came back, I found everybody in the room gathered around, as if trying to see something. I made my way through the crowd, just in time to see Piper charmspeaking Draco, Crabb, and Goyle to act like chickens.

I smiled.

"...Now, how 'bout you go punch yourselves? That would be great!" she said smirking.

They automaticly started punching their faces and/or stomachs.

I spotted Ginny across from me, and made my way over to her. "Sorry 'bout that..." I said.

"It's not your fault. It's their fault... How does she do that?"

"Well..." I started...

And there's the possibly the best day of my life in story form. After all that charmspeaking, most of us went to bed. So...yeah.

And there you go! That took...two hours! Isn't Leo/Ginny the cutest thing?

And yes, it is true that my story, The PJO and JB War, was nominated for the best story in the Percy Jackson Archive for humor! Isn't that great? If you would like to vote, go to my personal profile! By the way, the inspirational songs that I talked about were... How to Save a Life by the Fray, Dear John by Taylor Swift, Apologize by OneRepublic, Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift, Innocent by Taylor Swift, Haunted by Taylor Swift, and Stop and Stare by OneRepublic. :D I love those songs!